Historia En Ingles

She warned me not to play with fire. The playing she had clearly confused for collecting and the fire mistaken for warmth. A tendency acquired to smoothen the cold out of a waking before the cooool stink of chirping birds. Bones aligned straight and screeched once the cover of feathered filled blubber was dropped and toes met with Wood. Over and over joints mumbeled once remembereng thesteps for walking. So my direction and objective were automatic, shower, equals hot wáter. My skin sipping in every dropplet of hot to equal the cool bones within. Great ilusión, but the bones had their way, keeping fresh cold the rest of the daay. And making the work harder for the magician living ith it.

Coolness as an undercover for the actual description of cold: efervescent moss joyousswallowing of solid. Again walkig bathed and dresses, conforming in the image of a wet suit freshening the skin like mint: almost hot. Tingling feeling settled. Day rushing in, need for breakfast and a Little bit of news. Cold became yesterdays last minute report.

The jingle of the tiny bones making up the hands, kept the headlines. Too many intersections and need of their mechanism to pass byignored. Gloves, useless for the hands, prctical for the cold wre grabbed, but put aside once impaired movement to clutch on glass orange filled juice , zip a jacket zipper, and catching a fast Apple pass from the mother before boarding the bus and slipping hands on a puddle, leaing a memtnary plaque on the rippling muddy wáter of the Hollywood hall of shame.
Morning solution: swirling tealeaves in tea repeatedly, sinking, twirling, switching, releaving. Measuring tea cup with fist. Morning bus solution: saving hard breakfast egg in coat pocket, cupped by both hands that guard its heat to last for an hours sleepy light ride.
Morning class: having accidental hand contact with distracted hallway passerbys
Early afternoon:Repeatedly writin and furiously earasing penciled classnotes, creating most posible friction with pink eraser.
Late afternoon: sitting in fron of a tv, sinking eyes in its fluorescent light and fidgeting with the wax puddled by lonely flame, poised unfluttering on lap. Leaving on like glovesuntil cooled, and then ripped off like scabs.
Dawn: excesive petting of dogs mustach and back, leading to combing, and chasing around yard for a bit of borrowedfur.
Night: greet excesive cold with a damn, and proclaimed need to hide under covers while obviously too early to be defined as night by alarmig red numbers on bedside table clock.
Night sleep: Praying position hid under pillow, unmoved for hours by lock of a heavy head on top.

Buisy days undercover of the exceptional trick of the mounstrous, frenzied twin hands chainlessly mastered by theirsleek master.

Whole day of rolling the magicians sleaves and revealing the crawling pink beasts, Keeping them from attaching posible threats or retreating up the caved sleeves. All under control, back home, after a turbulent ride, the hat is taken off and tacked next to the home sweet home plack. The weather seems walm, the air i ht hallway seems stil and allowed my fsat pass. I glue ontothe dusted peach sofá. Sitting under the sun boiling my head, i concentraiton twirls and counted rubbs, and turns properly called contortions of the hands until the presence of a stranger breaks the posible enchantment that will free the possesed hands.
I blink twice and focus, i identify as the mother, who kisses the sun blushed cheek and asks about homework. I unfocus her face andreadjust my concentration on the hands. Of course you worry, i know you worry, yes homework is important. What did ou say? Yes, i could balance my time out. Balance mytime between between concentrating on uncuffing my tortured hands and concentrating on it agian after disconcentrating. Of course you want to know what ive been up to. Not much. Since you cnat see that im clearly working on it riht now,...